At the dinner table, Jiao Ming saw Ms. Ziyu again, but saw that her right hand was broken at the wrist, and she was eating with chopsticks with her left hand. www.biquge.info Jiao Ming confirmed that when they met in the afternoon, that right hand was still hanging on the person's body, could it be that there was a fight when he met with Master Mar? Jiao Ming guessed so in his heart, but he had no way to verify it, so he could only hold it in his heart for the time being.

After the meal, Jiao Ming grabbed the old door panel and asked about the situation. "If you are incompetent, please punish the adult. The old door panel took this as the opening remark and told about what he had seen and heard in the afternoon, but he was frightened away by the master's mother's sentence of 'let's disperse', and he didn't dare to peep closely.

"But the small one is sure that the fight has started, and the movement is very loud, and the thunder can be heard from a distance. "In the end, the old door panel can only give this limited information. Jiao Ming couldn't ask too much for the old door panel, so he had to give up.

In the evening, Xiao Shi began his routine magic practice again, during which he asked about the situation of the unicorn fairy, Jiao Ming only thought that he was concerned about the results of the experiment, and did not take it to heart, until Xiao Shi asked the question of what the unicorn fairy ates.

"Did Shining Scales ask you?" Jiao Ming became alert.

"yes. Xiao Shi didn't feel the need to hide it, but she didn't know that she had betrayed Shining Scales.

"You tell her that the unicorn loves to eat horse dung balls. "Jiao Ming didn't have a good heart at all. In order to avoid Xiao Shi's questioning, Jiao Ming changed the topic again: "How about we change some animal experiments next time?" ”

"And what do you like?"

A scene suddenly flashed in Jiao Ming's mind, in a concrete room, the slender windows were without glass, and a few creeper vines snaked in through the windows, bringing the only green and vitality to the gray-white world.

"Is it okay to have a creeper?"

"What kind of tiger is a creeper?" asked Xiao Shi.

Only then did Jiao Ming remember that the creeper was the name of the north, and he really didn't know the name of Xiaoshi's hometown of Sichuan: "It's a plant, I'll take you to see it tomorrow." "Jiao Ming saw the vines of the creeper in the grove today, and he didn't have to go to the north of the mountain forest.

After breakfast the next day, Jiao Ming habitually came to the classroom, but found that Binglian's lingua franca course was directly stopped by Ms. Ziyu, the reason was very pragmatic: You little rabbits can speak a few lingua franca words in your life, Binglian opened her mouth but still chose to be silent. Everyone knows that the crocodile collar is ostracized by the mainstream world, and Ms. Purple Feather's words are not bad at all, but they are too direct.

Jiao Ming thought that his math class would not escape the doom, but he didn't want Ms. Ziyu not only to be unhindered, but to encourage him, the reason was a little funny. "Do you know what is the most popular joke of the Xuqin people in the south this year?" Ms. Bai Ziyu told a joke about the country lord's intellect, to the effect that this lord actually counted his fingers when he was trading in a certain harbor city, and when his fingers were not enough, he actually took off his boots and used his toes.

"Shame, shame, shame!" Lady Purple Feather slapped the table, raised her voice angrily, and almost roared: "Especially little Warren! Are you embarrassed to laugh? This joke is about your father!!"

The smile on little Warren's face froze instantly, and his old enemy's flashing laughter directly doubled. Jiao Ming's math class was taken seriously, not only encroaching on Binglian's lingua franca course, but also Ms. Ziyu took her daughters to sit in the back as an auditor. Ms. Ziyu did not eavesdrop in the name of the town like Binglian did at the beginning, but openly expressed her desire to learn: "Every time I see the smiles of those profiteers, I feel that I have miscalculated, but the old lady just doesn't know where to miscalculate, it's really hateful." Jiao Ming could only smile bitterly, and then start with the numbers.

The autumn harvest is imminent, since a few days ago, the coolies in the castle have begun to prepare under the command of the ice lotus, but the ice lotus is obviously inexperienced, the experience of the magic academy has no effect on the autumn harvest, the coolies and guards are pointing where to fight, never say a word, so the work is not going well. Jiao Ming kept watching it, but he couldn't help much.

But today, after the math review class was in the afternoon, after the master mother took full control of the operation of the castle, Jiao Ming felt that the atmosphere of the entire castle was different: everyone was busy with their feet on the ground, and even Master Marr had become an infinitely powerful coolie, busy and happy. The timing of Lady Purple Feather's return was so opportune that it was clear that organizing the autumn harvest was also one of its purposes.

There are two main preparations for the autumn harvest, one is to stock up on sacks and harvesting tools, and the other is to clean the cellar for storage and transport the old grain out. Due to the lack of metal tools, the tools are mainly stone and wood, such as stone sickles and wooden shovels, which have a very high damage rate when used, and according to the experience of previous years, it is common for half of the tools to be damaged after an autumn harvest.

In the midst of the busy preparations, Binglian and the little ones became Ziyu's secretary, herald, and supervisor, and Jiao Ming soon realized that this was a practical course to cultivate the agricultural knowledge of the little lords. The little poem is to follow the crowd and join in the fun, trying to have fun, but no one comes out to criticize anything, and the little poem will be able to seal a piece of land in the future. Jiao Ming could have played the role of some overseer, but he was convinced that this agricultural knowledge would soon be obsolete, so he refused.

There was nothing to do, Jiao Ming remembered the matter of the creeper, so he beckoned Xiaoshi to set off, but Xiaoshi was playing happily and couldn't move at all. is like a father who dotes on his daughter, Jiao Ming didn't get angry, and then thought of a way: dig up the creeper. Even if the poem can't be successfully tested, it is not a loss to plant it on the castle wall and use it as greenery.

Referring to his half-disabled objective situation, Jiao Ming gave up the idea of setting off alone, and thought about those familiar dog legs, or the young and strong small door panel is the most reliable. Call the Venerable Master, take two sharpened stone sickles from the storeroom, and go straight to the grove.

Jiao Ming observed in the vines for a while, and took a fancy to a rattan with a thick arm, rolled up his sleeves on the small door panel, and crawled and rolled in the rattan pile for a long time, but the tools were too rough and had little effect. Helplessly, Jiao Ming also went down to help in person, and realized the difficulties of the small door panel, the root planing work was very inconvenient, and it was even more troublesome to sawing off the side branches. Next, the two of them tossed again before they pulled out a three-finger-thick and one-meter-long rattan from a large patch of creepers.

Looking at the milky white slurry oozing from the fracture of the rattan, Jiao Ming remembered another thing with a similar texture: milk. While panting, he asked the small door panel: "Let me ask you something, do our cows produce milk?"

"There are no calves, where does the milk come from. The small door panel replied subconsciously, wiping sweat with his sleeves while looking at Jiao Ming in a daze.

Jiao Ming also had a vague impression that this cow was no better than a black and white cow, and milk production was very problematic: "How much milk is after calving?"

"Barely enough for a calf to drink. However, this cow looks bigger than the chicken, but it can't help but toss, and it is lucky that three of the four calves can live. The small door panel recounted his experience of raising cattle while patting the dust on his body.

Jiao Ming realized that he was also embarrassed, and the whole person seemed to be rolling in the dirt a few times, learning to slap the small door panel action, "Have you ever drunk milk?"

"Huh?" The small door panel was a little confused: "How dirty is under the cow, how can it go down to the mouth." ”

"Of course it's squeezed into a bowl to drink! Jiao Ming ended the topic helplessly, it seems that before finding the black and white cow, this milk is a thought, Jiao Ming licked his lips and left the milk thing behind. Then, following the guidance of spiritual power, he found the unicorn fairy who ate persimmons so much that he ignored the master's instructions, and then returned to the castle.